An Unexpected Funder

Ginny's Quidditch team doesn't have enough money. Will Draco help, despite his depression? Will she help him in return by being his friend? Or more? And what'll happen when Harry comes back?

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4. Date

Draco POV

When we arrive at the restaurant, she looks around the place, eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. That's one of the reasons I decided

to wait for her to come and not just leave after 5 minutes. She actually was about a quarter late! That never happened to me before! The other

reason I stayed was that I wanted to see her again. Alright, not her, just her hair… I think… And when she finally arrived I was so glad that I did

wait, she looked so… charming. If anyone would have asked me at the beginning of this week if I think Weaselette is charming, I would have

laughed at them. But she really is, it's not just her hair, it's her freckles too. They're kind of cute, I guess. But still, she's too bitchy for my taste.

Love her dress, by the way… Should I tell her that or not? I think I won't, it'll give a wrong impression. But it really is wonderful, it's a forest green

dress, which makes her hair look even more beautiful than it normally does. It's not that it's short or tight or has a plunging neckline. It just

compliments her without being sexy. She looks at me and says: "Why did you take me here? It's way too expensive!" I look at her a little

surprised, "It isn't that expensive, it's one of the less formal ones I attend."

"You think this is informal?"

I take a look at the room, at the tables there was a little chatter, people were laughing and the servers don't wear a smoking, so yes it indeed is

informal. I look at her a little confused and say: "Yes this is informal, I'm sure."

She sighs, and looks like she thinks I am too dumb to understand. Someone approaches us and takes us to a table for 2 in a silent corner of the

restaurant. She looks warily at the servant who'll push her chair behind her, like she doesn't know why he's standing there. When she takes her

seat she almost falls of her chair because he pushes the chair. I look at her like she's mad or something, but don't say a thing. While we take a

look at the menu, she asks: "What would you like to talk to me about?"

I look up from examining my menu and look into her eyes. WOW, how come I never noticed that before? Her eyes are green but not just normal

green, forest green, almost the colour of her dress. It's like you could look at them forever and not get bored. They have little black specks in

them, which makes them even more amazingly beautiful. I believe that she's talking to me, but I don't bother to listen, I just look in her eyes. She

falls silent when, after a while, she realises I don't listen. She looks back at me. I would love to know what she's thinking right now. Her eyes light
up a little when she moves her head. I slowly lean forward, without giving my body the order to move. I see her leaning over as well and then I

can feel her breath on my mouth and I can't see her eyes anymore, because I shut mine. Her lips ghost over mine for a second and then the

waiter coughs to get our attention.

I quickly sit back and look at her flushed shape. Feeling my own face heat up too, I quickly look at the menu on

the table and order the first thing I see. Which happened to be something with mushrooms and pumpkin, which I both don't like. She struggles to

regain her composure and quickly says she'll have the same as me. When the waiter leaves I look at her, she looks back and I quickly look away.

I'll think about the almost kiss later. Kiss? It wasn't a kiss, I was just.. ehm.. leaning forward when she suddenly decides to do so, too. Stupid.

"Well, what I'd like to talk about is; Why do you want me to fund the Holyhead Harpies," I say after a long silence.

She blinks a couple of times, as if she just wakes up and says: "Well it would be a little bit of history getting lost, because of some financial

problems. The Harpies were very important throughout history, for the emancipation of women."

"I heard almost every answer already, but that one. I've had: 'we're such a good team', 'we need the money' and 'so I can see you again'," I sum

up, "the last one was rather scary to be honest."

She laughs, "That was Amy, right?"

I think about it for a while and then nod, "I think so, is she the one with the long blondish hair and a black eye?"

"Yes, but the black eye is only temporary, I accidentally hit her during practice."

I look at her like she's just grown an extra nose, "I never thought you to be the physical type.

She slowly raises one eyebrow and I realise my mistake. "I mean, you, I didn't know you were the type to get physical."

She now raises her other eyebrow. Merlin, that only made it worse. "I mean, like, while playing Quidditch."

She lowers her eyebrows and says: "Well, I didn't do it on purpose and I'm glad you meant it that way."

I can feel my face get a little less red after I managed to get me out of that one.

"So you haven't got one, except that one, why you would have to fund us."

"No," I say, "I guess nobody cares about me." Wow, that sounded pathetic…

She looks at me a little empathizing, "Your friends do of course, and your parents."

I look at her, "My father is mad, my mum is dead and all my friends hate me or are in Azkaban." Now she really looks like she thinks I'm very pity.

"Then who do you talk to when you've got a problem, or a long agonizing day at work?"

"Well, I don't. I just read a lot to get distracted and think a lot about things."

Then diner arrives and we start eating. "She keeps looking at me, "Well, don't take this the wrong way, but if you ever want to, you know, talk

about something, I'm here," she says awkwardly.

I stare at her, I really hadn't expected that. When I keep quiet she says, "Well if you don't want to, I mean, you don't have to it's just.."

"No, thank you, It would be fine to talk to someone again," I interfere. "I'd love to just talk to someone about things, mostly about the War. If you wouldn't mind of course."

"Of course not, I think about it very often, but everybody is so busy with trying to get over things, that they just forget everything that has happened."

"Yes," I say around a chunk of pumpkin, "I think it shouldn't be forgotten."

She nods, "Well was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about, maybe Quidditch related?"

"Right, tell me something about yourself."

"That's not very Quidditch related, is it?"

"I know, but I asked the other girls too, I'd like to know who I'm funding."

"Alright, I'm Ginny Weasley, I'm 19 years old and I live at the Burrow."

I nod and signal for her to go on. "Well, I'm one of the chasers of the team and my best friend is Amy." She pauses again and I again tell her to go
on. "Well I don't know what to tell you further."

"Alright then, are there any questions you have for me?"

She seems to be thinking hard about that one, we both finish our meals and one of the waiters takes our plates away. We decide which desert

we'd like and when they arrive, she finally knows what question she wants to ask me.

"Why don't you tell me something about yourself?"

"Alright then, I'm Draco Malfoy, 20 years old and I live at Malfoy manor. I have my own business, called 'Malfoy enterprises' and I love my job.
That's about all I guess."

"Alright, but what do you think makes you different from everyone else."

"That's a tough one, I think all my memories and everything I've been through."

I notice that unconsciously, she's leaning towards me and I towards her. "What do you think makes you different?"

"My memories and experiences, but my friends and family too, without them I would've been a different person."

I ask for the bill and soon we're standing outside, I didn't say anything to her.

I see her looking at me expectantly and a string of hair falls in her eyes from behind her ear. At this I look at her again and I slowly put the little

string of hair back behind her ear. She smiles shyly and I smile back. Then I notice how close we're standing and how bright her eyes and hair look
in the light of the moon. I look down into her eyes and she stares into mine. I slowly lean forward towards her, while she steps even closer and

then our lips meet. This time for real. It's a soft kiss, almost unreal. Her lips feel soft against mine. After a moment she pulls back, almost in shock.

"I-I guess I'll see you later then?"

"Yes, of course, if you'd like we could meet tomorrow and lunch together."

When she looks at me again and seems to be hesitating, I quickly add: "You can pick the place this time."

She grins and says, "Okay, but it won't be very fancy."

"So I'll see you tomorrow at about 12 at the Leaky Cauldron? That's a good meeting point."

"Alright, see you tomorrow! Then she Apparates home with a soft pop.

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